A Note on Dreams… (Part 1)
Since early adulthood (and probably earlier), I’ve had very, let’ say, telling dreams. Not all the time – but every once in awhile, they’re different in a way I can’t explain, except that the quality is different; just so I know that it’s something to pay closer attention to, or something like that. But in the beginning, most of the time, those kinds of dreams would warn me or tell me of something yet to come – very clearly. For example, when I was 25, I traveled pretty often for my job. One time, I was out of town for a majority of the work week, and in the hotel one night, I had one of those dreams about one of my best friends at the time, Michele. I still remember the dream: I was looking out the window of my hotel room (which was pretty high up), and I saw a helicopter coming. Michele was in the helicopter, and I think I was waiting for her to meet me there. Anyway, as I saw the helicopter getting closer, I noticed a big, black grouping of clouds right behind her. I was trying to wave at her on the helicopter and get her attention from my window, to tell them to hurry up, but neither she nor the pilot saw me. Then I saw lightning come the clouds behind and strike the helicopter, and it flew into the side of the building and exploded.
So, typical symbolism of a dream, right? True. But it was different – it had that feeling and vividness to it – and when I woke up, even though I was halfway across the country, I just knew there was something wrong. But I had an early meeting, and had to go on with the day. As work travel goes, it was a long day; I called Michele later in the evening, and she didn’t answer her phone. So I left a message, hung up, and just went to sleep.
And had the same dream again, that night.
The next morning, I remember having a little time in my hotel room before I had to go off to any meetings. I waited until the workday started, then called her number. When she didn’t answer, I got truly nervous. Since I’d worked at the company where she worked previously, I still had a lot of friends there, so I started calling other friends at that company to see if she was there. It turned out that that morning, they’d found her ex-boyfriend of 2 years dead in his house. She was devastated.
Anyway, that’s what I mean, about telling dreams. I’ve found that as I get older, they get clearerand clearer, and I tend to understand their meaning a lot more than I used to!
Let’s see, what else? Then there are my “dreams” in different dimensions, but that will be a blog for another day… 
Tags: Dreams, foretelling, premonitory, psychic
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